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How did it come to this?
"LOOK AROUND YOU WEASLETTE! THIS IS REALITY NOT NEVERLAND SO STOP ACTING LIKE A CHILD AND GROW UP!" He picked up the closest chair in the dimly lit classroom and through it forcefuly, aiming for her body but missing by inches.
She averted her eyes from his and looked passed him instead. Giving him the illusion that she was trying to read him, like usual.
He finally spoke what he felt, he opened his mind and now that she had gotten him to she wished she hadn't. Why did she want to bring this pain on herself? An old scar now freshly opened and blood running freely. She put this upon herself just to open his heart. But more than anything now she wanted to break it the way he was breaking hers.
"WHY CAN'T YOU ACT YOUR AGE? YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENSES AND YOU ARE TO BLAME! YOU'RE ALWAYS TO BLAME, ALWAYS TROUBLE FOR ME! WELL NOT ANYMORE. DON'T COME NEAR ME, DON'T TALK TO ME, AND DON'T LOOK AT ME, GOT IT?" His emotional yelling was cold and distasteful. But she didn't care about his emotions; it was the things he was telling her that brought an ache in her heart, a hammer to a nail.
She didn't move, paralyzed by fear and the pain that came from his voice. All she could do was nod her head. Maybe if she nodded her head and wished it all away she would wake up from this knife-stabbing nightmare.
But it didn't go away.
Now all she could do was continue to nod, nod for herself. She wouldn't listen to what he was telling her, she would not let him have the upper hand.
"DON'T JUST NOD YOUR HEAD TO TRY AND WISH THIS ALL AWAY GINERVA WEASLEY! YOU ARE YO BLAME AND NOW YOU DEAL WITH IT!" He continued to glare at her with such hatred that it made her knees buckle and give way.
She landed with a "Thump." And with out thinking slammed her back against the dank, dusty wall that gave a sandpaper sensation. She felt the pain but ignored it, not even close to the pain from words that poured out of his mouth.
Tears glazed over her eyes and she looked at the floor, she couldn't look at him. Soon the tears rushed down her face, each one holding the pain that came from losing someone you love dearly.
She lifted her head and gazed up into his eyes, they were so full of different emotions that she couldn't read them.
"You don't mean that Draco." She breathed barley above a whisper, still trying to grasp her voice.
He raised his eyebrows but kept the intense stare at her, "Oh I don't do I?" He walked towards her in a brisk pace with his robes billowing against the back of his legs. She closed her eyes afraid of the worst.
Once a foot away he stopped and silence engulfed the room. She opened her tear-stained eyes and looked at him, his body standing adjacent to the opened door.
"Leave me the hell alone muggle lover." And that was it; he vanished down the halls and back to his life, his old life.
Ginny sat there with salty tears never ending and then looked at her hand. A tinted red color shimmered in the dim light on her hand. She brought it to her mouth and licked up the taste of metal, of blood.
Confused she bended forward and touched the small part of her lower back. Lifting her hand she brought it forward and sure enough more redness caked her hand.
Red raindrops are the tears of the soul. She thought while wiping the blood on the lifeless ground.
She leaned back against the wall again and lifted her head, her eyes shining in the soft light. Tears never ending she sat there for hours. Everything he had said about her, yelled at her was all true. Down to the very last word and she couldn't nod it away, he was right.
Ginny stared into the growing darkness and focused her eyes far away, past the cluttered old classroom and into her heart, trying to search it.
Still the tears continued to roll off of her cinnamon sprinkled cheeks creating a pool onto the jagged floor. Her back was growing in numbness from the immense amount of pain and from time to time she would press her stone cold fingers against the wound, pressing it gently to keep the blood from draining out of her body.
She could remember everything up to this night and she didn't know whether that was from the tiredness that overtook her, the amount of blood she had lost, or both.
A loud sob escaped her lips as she curled up into a ball on the floor and lay there sobbing out the pain, trying to release it. How could this happen, she thought everything was going so well.
How did it come to this?
A/N: It was short yes I realize that but only because it's the introduction. All of the other chapters will be longer I promise you so don't get mad... please. Any kind of review would be appreciated: feedback, flames, criticism, etc It will help me improve my writing so if you have something on your mind do share it! And if your confused the next few chapters will clear things up because this isn't a sequel this chapter was a scene in the future and the other chapters are going to tell how the story led up to this scene so if your confused its ok, your not alone.